baby bear visits Goldilocks on Christmas Day
He got there too early, and began snoring away
The family tiptoed around him, saying he needed his sleep
When he woke up he played with Goldi and Little Bo Peep
He is too hairy, too scary, too frightening said Goldi's Ma.
He is too tiny, too whiny, too young to be on his own, said Pa.
His parents came to get him, and the family hid away.
It was a strange beginning to that Christmas Day.
"Air; shocks for its whiny chill.
Winter welcoming's! While first
Ope this door out to".
Stay there. Again your lungs fill.
What's now to mock? In cleansing,
Making hale grinned through!
This shelter, most sturdy
For friendship
Is by them erected;
The female.
Men scratch heads! When that on
The inside
Shrunk back from is measured
For a gale!
Violently overwrought.
Sob on sob.
Whiny. Bewilders! Noise
Off the scale!
my identical twin sister begged me to visit Edna
a neighbor of my folks for years
Proximity did not mean I liked her
I thought she was wimpy and whiny
Finally, my twin wore me down and I relented
we were about forty at this time
Edna was in her seventies.
When my twin got out of the car Edna began yelling how glad she was to see her.
When I got out of the car Edna stared at me and yelled
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?”
My twin, who was forty pounds lighter, could not stop laughing.
After working diligently around
the clock, producing toys, and other gifts;
fun was the only thought on their bushed minds.
Shall dare taunt, tiptoe towards frozen pond.
Bound, they ran, fun was all they could think of.
Head narcissist reindeer strife to be first
hilariously, slipped and slide breaking
the ice, into icy cold frozen pond.
World's largest overnight delivery
service, Santa counts on Dancer this time.
Cute, cuddly, whiny tot, shivering, with
broken leg; Roudolph milk's the attention.
If you walk into classroom 314
You will see the perfect image of pristine
An iron statue, still and strong
A picture book motif of calm
But if you look just right into its eye
You’ll see just what it tries to hide.
Inside my brain a drumbeat pounds
And a screeching, whiny, anxious sound
Wood sprites bounce about my head
Two parts boredom, three parts dread.
Each anxious word I ever thought
Weaves an ever bigger growing knot.
My anxiety plays heavy metal
Nagging worries cling like nettles.
I think of all left to be done
I sit in stillness as if stunned.
There’s too much too much not enough
My brain is frozen and in a rush.
It’s the loudest noise you’ll ever hear
A heart left pounding in an ear
Screams and wails, they whine what ifs
Like grains of sand my sanity sifts
Outside the chaos and the noise
The statue sits with perfect poise.
Santa came down with a horrible cold.
Had to interview everyone – young and old.
Elves finally chose a frog big and bold
Whose steed was a hen from Farmer Mold.
What about a sleigh? Asked many of us.
This issue was foremost, we did discuss.
How can a frog do it? We asked elf named Gus.
Your complaining makes you a whiny cuss.
But a chicken? How can that be his steed?
Gus gave us an evil eye and smoked his weed.
He did not care who did it indeed.
As long as he could sit in his winter tweed.
Weirdly enough, the frog and hen did fine.
So, I stopped my grousing, no longer a whine.
They stopped for cookies, ate the orange rine.
It was fun to see them arrive in plenty of time.
when brain is tiny
he always was whiny
had a big heine
when on a campus
at times was a sourpuss
saw grass from the pampas
when saw grass we saw
which they had cut with a saw
shall be sent to a shah
was served with some slaw
was stuck with a straw
which was the last straw
combined with a claw
had been stuck in my bra
was against the law
at my skin would naw
would eat my meat raw
was against the waw
kind of would stutter
ate my toast with much butter
did mutter about clutter
No manger scene at city hall
or caroling at school,
no city workers stringing lights,
come on, you know the rule.
No pageants of the savior’s birth,
we wish not to offend.
No prayers of thanks made publicly,
these laws we mustn’t bend.
No decorated Christmas tree
with ornaments all shiny
to be displayed on public land
or the ACLU gets whiny.
But Merry Christmas anyway
with joy to last the season,
just be careful what you say
and now you know the reason.
Donald J. Trump
Also known as a whiny, petulant grump
Should be indicted for crimes he’s committed
It’s hardly likely he could be acquitted.
Donald J. Trump
I suppose he’ll soon be hitting the stump
Anything to seize the headlines,
And avoid paying some hefty fines.
Donald J. Trump
Now much too large in the rump
Not fit to be president of the U.S.A.
I believe a vast majority feel that way!
Written November 20, 2022
It didn't take long
every manager there
tried signing both men.
Looking out for there
interest, calling making
arrangements. Both men
were advised of what
they were getting involved
With. They choose a manager
and signed the contract.
A meddling Scooter Bainez
Came down and involved
himself, told both men
He looked forward to weaseling
his way into contention, and told
whoever lost should be made to
leave; cause didn't feel like hearing
no whiney helper licking his wounds
like a whiny brat!
The match went on.
At 22:19 " Meaty" Morehead of Ord
Came down to ringside and
Apache Chopped "The Kruel"Cast Guilder
allowing The Big sky , to gain the fall
at 30:01. The Big sky became the new
World's champion!
I want to be a hermit,
Live a life without permits;
No whiny pompous fools,
No busybodies spouting rules,
No evening nightly news
Telling me the proper views
By which I should live.
I long to be a hermit,
I don't need anyone to confirm it.
A life alone need not be solitary
With faeries in the boxberry
And forest friends to visit,
While Pixies in white-flowered privets
Entertain me with mischievous fun.
Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top
I am silent and of Scottish temperament
You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a doodle do-ing all day long
yapping and yelling
ranting and raving
the other farm animals had all had enough
action demanded
I place the ol koileach
at the end of one side of the board
all while smiling at the brainless duine beag
immediately I jumped on the other end
sending that whiny ol cock mid air
into the sea
he drowned
Ah what a wonderful day ladies
I shall meander onwards
among the heather and moor
my brick magically transformed
to fine woody scotch
oh what tales I shall tell
if tomorrow ever comes
YOU HATE THE CANDIDATE!
You hate the candidate!
He is a populist demagogue –
dangerous, deranged and despicable!
You did it to yourselves! You developed
a “southern strategy”, reduced your once-proud
neighbors from citizens with a mission to whiny
tapped-out taxpayers, impatient and paranoid,
intransigent and scared! Sure of moral high ground,
you launched your religion into your neighbors’
bedrooms, their genetic histories, their public school
curriculums; made compromise a sin, shut down our
government only to re-open it with calls for a theocratic
state, dragging your god through the fear-funded
excrement of political campaigns, bad radio talk,
planned parenthood vigils, your vaunted Christianity
a department of corrections on a national scale
So, you hate the candidate! A man of anger and intolerance!
But you did it to yourselves, and like the petulant child
whose unforgivable negligence let the fire get out
of hand, you did it to the rest of us too!
Tiny twigs break apart more often
Their puny size, pummeled by little force
Whiny folks break apart more often
Their puny minds, pummeled by emotion
We live in a Hippocratic world
Why do we be told to be static in futility
Let your freedom be put on hold
Who wants this Hippocratic liberty?
Who even thinks in this world?
Time to rush all the way down the street
Till you're frail and get old
You shouldn't let your soul be met.
And when you realize, this mishap
For perhaps on your death bed
It's too late now to step up
In your disgrace, you get just to fill your will, dead?
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